Personality:Bittie is an elusive and standoffish troll, commonly preferring the company of animals and farm equipment over that of other trolls, due to his lack of social skills and current reputation in the area like that of some sort of serial killer. This.. Isn't entirely false, as cheap meat has become more and more scarce to come by to sate the public's desire for his beef jerky. As a substitute, he's begun to (hesitantly) use troll body parts in his recipe. This is far more convenient, as he often slaughters those that happen to trespass on his property, not really having much of a use for the bodies.

He used to be an innocent, bubbly troll up until his 4th or 5th sweep, when he had the sudden realization that he'd soon either be drafted into the military or some other branch, deciding that he'd better start taking care of himself and pulling his act together. In recent sweeps, he's matured and hardened into a fine young highblood, aside from the fact that he's rejected the church. He despises clowns and their barbaric rituals, though sometimes finding himself falling into their murderous patterns, himself.

This being said, Bits tries to keep himself as grounded as possible until the inevitable night he IS shipped off-planet, trying to do as much good as possible in the time that he is at the farm.. Though it isn't much. Despite the highblood or hillbilly killer stereotype, he's actually relatively kind to lower blooded trolls and mutants alike, helping some that wander onto his land looking for shelter.. Though he won't actively stick his neck out for them, knowing he'll have to drop these habits in the fleet.

In his spare time, he enjoys taking care of animals and keeping an eye on one of his newer farmhands from the shadows, though denies stalking him. He seems to be Bittie's favorite, being a hard worker and all, though he refuses to confirm or deny this statement. He refuses to give in-depth answers to any question, being an extremely vague troll in general.

He knows what's coming, and is prepared to serve in the fleet, but deep down.. He really doesn't want to go, scared to death by the thought of leaving everything he's ever known behind. If you ask him about it, he'll likely just get emotional and isolate himself for a while. He isn't good with people, OR emotions.

Physical appearance:Bits is a massive, hulking troll with short but muscular arms and legs, fit for lifting heavy crates and strangling hugging people. He hasn't worked on his stomach muscles for a sweep or so, having gotten a little round, but is anybody going to tell a troll that big he's fat? Don't think so. He has two massive, strong looking horns protruding out of either side of his head and tilted slightly forwards, looking like a proper bull's.

He has low-set eyes like a bulldog's, nearly completely filled in with his dark purple hue, though looking almost worn over from the recent sweeps and what he's all seen. His thin mouth is hardly visible through his thick black beard, possessing the rare ability to grow a rather sick one since about his 6th sweep, two large tusks poking out and coming up just below his eyes. (He's considered having these filed down or just completely ripped out in general.) He has long black hair down to his behind, though it's often tied back when he isn't in public, finding it rather unattractive looking.

Bittie's wardrobe is limited to mainly bloodstained clothes splattered with reds and oranges, though always wearing the dirtiest for work and whatnot, liking to save the cleaner ones for special occasions. He usually just sticks with one of his flannel shirts with the torn rolled up sleeves and a pair of loose-fitting pants, completing The Look with his tall work boots. These were all original grey, but are plenty more colorful after a sweep or so of "hands on" work.

Strengths:

Relatively extensive mechanical knowledge.

He's a damn good cook, and can make a mean stir-fry.

Expert at the art of using brute force.

He likes to keep his nose clean, staying out of things that don't involve him.

Already sorta preparing for his military training, working out.. Kinda regularly.

Weaknesses:

Isn't the fastest, easy to lose in a cornfield.

Isn't easily trusting.

Can be kinda insensitive at times, judging a troll by the stereotype of their blood caste more than often.

Vague anger issues, trying to get better.

Isn't one for jokes, or just joking around in general.

Very sensitive to certain topics.

Mumble some nonsense and pretend to put a curse on him and he'll lose his shit.

Fears/Insecurities:Bits is an extremely superstitious troll, fearing the spirits and just supernatural shit in general. Sometimes he'll even leave offerings for them outside his hive, lighting candles around them to "lead" them to it. He urges his farmhands to do the same.

Aside from that, he REALLY doesn't want to join the fleet. They'll like a big guy like him.. Just the thought of being dragged off makes him nauseous. He just hopes they'll leave him be to some extent because of his caste.

Likes/Hobbies:Bits seems to enjoy tinkering with his farm equipment in his spare time, taking parts off of it and seeing what makes them tick, stuff like that. He's very interested in seeing how things work. Aside from that, he doesn't entirely do much else other than work on producing jerky and feeding his livestock. He doesn't do this when other trolls are around though, often surprising the farmhands when their work is already done for them.

Another thing he tends to do is patrol his property whenever he has some spare time, loving the scenery and all that jazz. When he gets really bored, he tasks a farmhand with doing it for him, and then just popping out to scare them for the hell of it.

Dislikes:As much as he loves giving his farmhands a good spook by revving a chainsaw in the pitch black cornfields, he HATES the serial killer label he's been given by some of the townspeople. It makes him itch, and just feel terrible altogether. Killing isn't out of the nature of trolls, but something about it just sets him off. Either way, he has a deep rooted hate for seadwellers, ESPECIALLY fuchsia bloods. He knows he has to get over this in order to serve, but if someone suspects there's one on his land, he'll go out and slaughter them himself.

His fear of spirit is only worsened by people that disrespect them, distancing himself almost immediately. He doesn't want to be around them if they get cursed or something like that. The thing that really gets on his nerves are extremely hemoloyal trolls that think absolutely nothing of themselves. Everybody should take at least SOME pride in themselves.

His lusus died of an unknown illness just after Bittie's 5th wriggling day, causing him to go into a deep depression.

Bits already has his bags packed for the fleet, ready to go whenever.. Although he isn't the most willing to.

His fear of spirits started just after he began using troll parts as a regular meat substitute, odd things happening around his farmhive. Lights flickering, doors slamming shut suddenly.. He began trying to find ways to appease these ghosts around the hive, talking to them and leaving gifts and whatnot out.

He often tells them stories about his lusus and wriggler-hood whenever he's all alone. They seem to be the only ones he can be truly open with.

He had to start using troll meat as a substitute as he doesn't have much cattle left at this point, due to it being in such high demand.

Bittie never goes into town himself, hating the way trolls tend to look at him.

The biggest thing I see here that I just have to specify is the whole disliking of subjug's. Which is fine and all, but eventually he'll probably be inducted into the fleet anyways and most likely dumped into the position due to his caste. I see a lot of rebels to this clown thing and that's partly the reason why I think purple-bloods are a little difficult to make a character for. -Course this is one of those 'we'll cross that bridge when we come to it' memes.

This guy really reminds me of the Infinite Kings/The Franchise from LISA. Although he doesn't kill for strength, it looks like he just does it for fuck-all of a reason other than to make...jerky? Is there a motive or underlying reason for him to murder people for jerky? Does it taste better? Did regular meat cost him too much? Elaborate on that sometime!!!!

I'm a fan of his superstitious attitude! Use this to your advantage and maybe go a little more in depth about his fear of ghosts and shit. That could EASILY go in tandem with him killing people for jerky! The guilt and shit slowly breaking down on him and stuff. Just a thought.

I'd reconsider the strengths list too. Instead of having him just be the spooky leader of a farm, give him some humanity. Like 'really good at backseating on tv game shows.' or 'master chef'. I just feel that part was rushed.

tl;dr I think you should give another once over to the guy, make him more of a character rather than a static one, you know? Can't accept it as it is now, sorry!

all good, man!! felt shit was kinda off with 'em anyways. his second form shall be BETTER,,,,also i appreciate your criticism and all that jazz, at least you arent saying "minotaur bitch fucking sucks git gud"

Yep, yep this is a lot better! I'd go in detail, but most of my problems with them have been settled up nicely. Going a little bit more in depth with a character never hurts! Gotta make them believable/likable somehow.